Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.